may this ending bless you with rich perspectives and door-opening opportunities.

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Winter’s last breath goes out in whorls and swirls like a smoker exhaling in the cold, curling into vorticities around the edges, bringing waves of snow all across epicland.

in between the dervish dance of precipitations, Spring’s intensifying blue-sky-sunshine heat makes its presence felt.

the winter is coming close to its ending, but to the last bestows fluffy gifts upon the snowists.

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Nature has her dovetailing rhythmic cycles; take the seasons, for example.

on the scale of the year, winter takes its proper place, playing its role as a beat in a measure of 4 counts, like the time in our daily lives we spend sleeping.
taking the winter as its own unit, we can see winter’s internal triplet of beginning, middle, and ending.

thus in this process we call winter, we have established two different rhythms playing out simultaneously in harmony on two scales of magnitude.

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fractal waves of rhythms become evident in every object, process, and motion*. from this we can extrapolate the existence of a fundamental motivational force which is capable of providing a universal MIDI clock energy for syncing the wavy patterns that form the basis of all things. in our physical clockwork universe, it may be what’s powering motion on all scales in self-similar ways, from the spin of a galaxy to the vibrating manifestation of an atom.

energy is in motion. matter is in motion. life is in motion. thought is in motion. time is in motion. putting whatever is being moved and how aside for the moment, the existential energy for the movement must come from somewhere, and since all that we perceive to exist moves, this highly subtle and intricate source could be the basis of what we call existence.

of course i have no proof of any of it; what you read here is simply a slightly curated observation of a motion of thoughts through time from particular perspectives.

i sincerely invite any insight that points out incoherence, in the interest of further exploration.

* – this knowledge is used mathematically today to, among many other things, compute stunningly realistic CGI textures and topographies, in emulation of Nature.

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if Juan were to give the following any thought, Juan might feel compelled to agree that complacency and subsequent corruption historically tend to creep into human affairs. It’s prevalent enough in every aspect of culture today (especially on the dramatic worldly stage of mediaolitics) that i shouldn’t feel the need to give much more in the way of examples.

my intention here is not to criticize, but to point out a potential inevitability to it.

if there is a universal force that accounts for all rhythms on every scale, why should it not also account for those of societal structures, the historically inevitable rise and collapse of civilizations, empires, cities, neighborhoods, companies, corporations, great women and men, etc, as they dance circles to the greater rhythm of the scale of celestial clockwork?

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ironically i realize now for too long i was an astrological skeptic, believing myself clearly capable of choosing my destiny and action with disregard to the stars. but in light of this viable logical foundation for Astrology as a science, i can see that my self-assurant attitude prevented me from ever actually checking if the rhythms on the scale of my life match up to complex celestial movements.

this would have been the only realistic way to know. Juan must find out for himself.

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because after all, without fail, nothing existing in time can stay at the top forever; everything is doomed to its beginning, middle, and ending, its rise and its fall, the what-goes-ups ever entwined with their must-come-downs.

perhaps, on the scale of human affairs, the inertial tendency to complacency and corruption is a necessary manifestation of that force which creates wavy rhythms in all things, on all scales, everywhere we have ever collectively looked, and thus serves the function of a higher law of universal vibration which gives birth to motion, time, and substance.

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naturally Juan who hates or loves winter tends to love or hate the spring, which marks the ending of his hate or love, respectively, thus personifying in his being the to-and-fro motion between polar opposites on the scale of love, a motion that evokes the all encompassing ubiquity of wavelike vibrations.

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i cannot capture in words the magnitude of everything that this winter has meant for me. the freedom, the travel, the discoveries, the joy, the adventure, the neverending freshness of Nature, the learning, the progression, and the life dreamed of are a few of the fragments of meaning that come to mind; and yet they don’t capture the aliveness of these last couple months in my life. this winter has made of me a snowist fulfilled that cannot ask for more.

in the face of spring to come, with the ending of snows in plain proximity, i might imagine that i’d be feeling a resistance to the ending, a wanting to hold on to the gifts of these amazing all-too-fleeting experiences, and that this resistance would bring a subtle depression of spirits that would put a taint on my last few weeks of riding. in other words, the automatic swing of poles that we so recently watched Juan experience would take hold of my mind and being.

but as any faithful snowist can understand, this potential depression never gets the opportunity to cast its shadow upon my heart; it exists only vaguely in a limited manner of thought. with some flexibility of mind it’s immediately apparent that the ending of a winter is synonymously a beginning of a spring; and though i may have to put away my plank, i will do so not with regrets but with gratitude for opportunities seized and lessons learned, and that giddy-anticipation-of-unknowns-ahead-vibration in the belly we sometimes call “butterflies.”

because change is motion; change is life; change is energy; change is time; change is an open-ended potential for another glorious beginning, middle, and ending full of surprise, wonder, love, and learning.

and as the name itself connotes, spring is a time for explosive growth.

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in the physical world: i’ve rented a room in a lovely house in Wildernest, Colorado for the month of April. Here amongst the high rocky peaks i shall endeavor to transition smoothly from snow-seeking mode to an open-ended exploration of minimalistic living in the wilds of the western US.

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One Thought on “Endings”

Your preoccupation with swirled and vortexes has certainly led to some inspired similes and metaphors.
Re time – does it really move? That’s a question. I mean it seems to but there’s the age old question of have we ever experienced the past or future?